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DB Sullivan Sep 23
Ah! It was there, and a lifetime ago,
In that kingdom by the sea,
Our love was unfurled - our own little world,
And you called me Annabel Lee;
We lived and we loved and such passion we shared,  
And I showered my love on thee.

We were but children with dreams of our life,
In that kingdom by the sea,
I was your princess and you were my prince,
And you called me Annabel Lee.
We planned our dominion and dreamed of our future -
A future for you and me.

But down came the wind with its icy embrace,
So cold and capriciously;
The clouds that were sent from the angels above,
Were born of their jealousy.
They envied our love and conspired to break
The bonds between you and me.
And so lies my body returning to dust;
The curse of mortality.

But death could not sever the bonds of our love -
United perpetually.
Our souls are a part of each others’, as one,
Just as the salt in the sea,
Or unceasing tide - my darling, my pride,
Will soon be returning to me.

I’ve watched as the decades have taken their toll,
Upon your longevity -
Upon your vitality -
You’ve never abandoned the love for your bride,
So true and so faithfully.
You’ve waited through time to renew our embrace,
So well and so patiently.

By the setting of sun, our two souls will be one,
My love, you’ll be coming to me;
And the dawning of night, will have us reunite,
My love, you’ll be coming to me;
Upon this night-tide, you will be by my side;
This moonlit night - my darling - my love and my pride,
In our sepulchre, there by the sounding sea -
Tonight! - together, blissfully.
This poem is written to be a companion piece to the Edgar Allen Poe
poem "Annabel Lee", as written from the perspective of Annabel Lee as she awaits her lover in the afterlife. Copyright ©2025 by D B Sullivan. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.
Andrew Leparski Jan 2016
Annabel wore white
as she laid under a Willow
She brought her brown basket
and a comfortable red pillow

She laid in the shade,
writing and reminiscing.
Bringing forth a smile
for the one she was missing.

Her days had been growing longer
and she knew wasn't fearless.
Sitting under their Willow
writing to her dearest

She wrote about his charm
She wrote about his smile
She wrote about his laugh
She wrote about his style

She wrote until the Sun turned off the day
She wrote from her heart and all it couldn't say

Annabel finally stood, picked up her basket and started walking home.
Leaving all her notes and poems, upon his gravestone.
unnamed Dec 2014
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
It was a long sad story,
form a long, a long years ago
an Angel came down from the haven,
there was a love light fallen on the horizon
and the Poet heard his first angelic song

The Poet made his commitment on her
He fallen into love and
after then,
the dispersion of light spreading
throughout the sky -

Angel taught him the moon’s beauty
and the Poet taught her the large sky,
after then they made a dream
that was more than a dream

The Poet lived within her moon
And the Angel played within his sky
It grew love more and more
between them the light,
only the divine light
That gravity attracted them more and more

After a long dispersion of light
one day Angel came down on the horizon
took the Poet,
and enfolded him with her arms,
wandering upon an ocean

The Poet kissed the Angel
and they lost within themselves
suddenly the Poet discovered themselves
beneath the ocean but the Angel could not

She was drowning,
drowning beneath the ocean
the Poet tried to rescue her
and picked up her on the horizon

Then so many angels came down on the horizon
blew her from the Poet’s sky
and the sky grew dark at once
But the Poet still sees her Angel again
When he recites the* Poe’s Annabel Lee
*In a very slow Autumn -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
*Tribute to My beloved romantic Poet Edgar Allan Poe*

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